Page 91 of Catch
“It’ll take hours. Days. Weeks,” he teases, and trails soft kisses along my jaw to my lips. “I’m willing if you are.”
“I’m up for the challenge.”
We make out for ages, and kissing Ethan is like a fever dream.
I can’t get enough.
The room fills with our husky moans, dirty sighs, and the rustle of bed sheets as we roll around. His dick is half hard and getting harder, and mine is too, ready for round three. Until I hear a loud rumble and realize it’s his stomach making the noise. I try, but fail, to hold back my laughter.
“My dick isn’t happy with my stomach right now,” he mutters.
I smack his ass playfully and give him one last kiss.
“Grab a sub and we’ll split it. And a bottle of Gatorade too.”
Ethan grunts and slowly pulls away from me, as I lie in the wreck of the bed, staring up at the ceiling, too blissed out to do anything but revel in the moment.
Next thing I know, Ethan’s got a towel in hand and is cleaning me off before I get a chance to object. Not that there’s anything to object to, but still, I’m used to guys getting off and taking off, even Renner. I’m used to taking care of myself.
Ethan, on the other hand, is being kind, attentive, sweet.
I don’t know if I can handle it.
“Thanks,” I whisper, my face heating.
He throws the towel on the floor, and I roll my eyes.
“Don’t you have a clothes hamper?”
Ethan shrugs.
“Somewhere.”
I bite my lower lip but it’s no use, I can’t help but smile at his messy tendencies.
“Washroom?” I ask.
He stands up and stretches that long, beautiful body, all six feet of him, and I’m momentarily speechless.
Padding over to the dresser, he pulls out two pairs of boxers, handing me one, and once we’re decent, he takes my hand and guides me into the hallway and down to thebathroom. It’s exactly as Ethan described it, with wet towels everywhere and a shower with moldy grout. It looks like something from a horror movie.
“You guys should have a biohazard warning on the door,” I quip.
“It looks worse than it is.”
“It looks pretty bad,” I chuckle. “Next time I will bring my hazmat suit.”
He swats my ass in retaliation, and we tussle until we’re making out again. We pause only to quickly clean up, and then he ushers me back into his bedroom, and his bed.
“Don’t move,” he demands.
There’s no doubt that his bossiness is hot, so I do as I’m told.
While he’s rummaging through his fridge, I grab a couple of pillows and sit up against the headboard. We have a picnic of sorts on his bed, sharing bites of the sub. It’s good, and before I know it, we’ve finished the whole thing. Guess I was hungry too. And thirsty. I take a swig of the Gatorade and pass it back to Ethan.
“You seemed surprised when I ate your ass.”
I cough and swallow hard.
